More Progress

In the streets of Birmingham, a hazel eyed and short but messy black haired 6-foot-tall man was walking, face blessed and skin white as snow. Dressed in a white dress shirt with a black bowtie with a brown vest accompanied by grayish dress pants with a gray trench coat on top of everything. Contrary to the usual reactions a handsome man like Eric would receive, nobody cared. It is understandable since at this point in time looks were not appreciated much, at least Eric would like to think so.

Currently, at the outskirts of Birmingham, in a factory that produces cloths and such, there was a meeting between two parties. Between Eric's and the boss that runs the factory.

Seeing as he was only being stared at by the other party, Roberto fumed because of the lack of respect but ever since hearing upon the rumors of a new organization running the shadows of Birmingham, he became a lot calmer considering what he heard, as such he could only say,

"What do you want?"

Surprised by the bluntness, Eric decided to do the same,

"The factory, and if possible, the workers with it and if even more possible, you with it."

"Put aside the fact that if I were to give the factory, what makes you think I would work for you?"

"Ahh…. you see Mr. Guidicelli, I know you, Roberto Guidicelli, former head of the Italian mafia back in the States, right? Changretta did you a number huh , so, would you like me to continue?"

Surprised and afraid of the amount of information Eric had on him, Roberto still maintained his face in the negotiation, despite being afraid and nervous, but remembering what happened with his family and not knowing where they are, perhaps this man would be his ticket to finding them. In the end, he just sighed tiredly and responded,

"Ok, the factory is yours, In exchange, help me find my family please, and what do you want with the factory anyway?"

Internally celebrating with his success in "Negotiating", he responded,

"Prove to me your loyalty first Mr. Guidicelli, manage this factory without letting its secrets get out of here first and you will have your reward, and as for what we will produce here? It's something that can save a life, and many will want to get their hands on it, so be careful."

After that went the plans on what Roberto was supposed to do, Eric has already prepared the formula on how to make the material that is used for Kevlar, and yes, he plans on using the Kevlar to arm his future goons or members of the creed, even with all the training we have, we are still humans and bullets can still kill, with the Kevlar we can still die but the chance is lesser. The chance is even more lowered since the material is more advanced than the one produced in 1965, its lighter and can be concealed under clothes since body armors in this time isn't that good looking.

With the factory secured, I also plan to manufacture guns, of course, only pistols, but still guns, anything better than that would require some heavy machinery. In the creed, the wrist blades or any bladed weapon is enough for a target, but in special occasions, guns must be used, that's why this factory is secured in order to take care of the gun problem, in the meantime, blades and poisons will have to do.

After the incident at the factory was resolved, Eric left the factory with some goons to protect it, the loyalty of those men is questionable but they know who they work for, and will not plan anything as long as the brotherhood is around. It is currently nighttime and no doubt Jessie is already waiting for him back at home, but before he does so, he decides to visit Thomas for a deal.

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At his Bed, Thomas was just preparing to light his Opium when he heard a knock on his door, curious as to who it is at this time, he gets out of his room but not before taking a gun, he opens the door to their house. In his doorstep, the man he met 2 weeks ago was standing there in front of him.

Seeing the door open, Eric smiled before greeting,

"A good evening Mr. Shelby, its me, the one from two weeks ago? I wish to strike a deal."

Trying to sense any deception in his voice, Thomas ultimately gestures for Eric to go inside and for him to look around if anyone saw them before following Eric inside. Inside the kitchen, Thomas pulls a chair for Eric before going to the cupboards but not before asking,

"So, a drink?"

"I would love to Mr. Shelby; do you have any scotch?"

Thomas silently poured Eric some scotch in a glass before sliding it over to him. Eric thanked him before downing it in one go. All the while Thomas watched silently before asking,

"So, what brings you here Mr. Carlson? Last I checked, you were still settling in, looking for a house. Or does this deal relate to that subject?"

"Actually Mr. Shelby, I already have a house, we are actually neighbors if you haven't noticed yet? I moved in just a few days ago, my house is just across the street."

Surprised at his speed of getting a house, Thomas was surprised before questioning again,

"So what is this deal you speak of then? And what made you think I would accept it?"

"Have you ever heard of the creed Mr. Shelby?"

Hearing the name being uttered in front of him, Thomas pulled his gun out of his pockets and set it on the table.

"Easy now Mr. Shelby, I am only here to help you, I know what plagues you and it is in the creed's best interest to assist you in your endeavors."

Thomas silently assessed the man in front of him. A member of The Creed, possibly its leader, an organization that starting a week ago, gained attention for their clean assassinations with no clue as to who to point to, the coppers said the deaths were ruled as assassinations but have no clue as to who did it, except for a few words,

"Que le credo vous guide", those are the only words the coppers managed to recover from the scene, it means May the creed guide you…. Right?"

Eric wasn't surprised at his information on how he got that, considering at this point he still has connections to the police, not for long though.

"Yes, you are correct on that. The creed's best interest lies in the safety of those good, and our targets were not doing a good job of living their life, therefore, we only had to wait before people started flocking to us, begging for someone to be killed with the little amount of money they had. Of course, it was unavoidable for those with bad intentions to approach us, some of them even paid a hefty amount for your life Mr. Shelby, not that I accepted, of course those people who did ask are already taken care of."

"Okay, go on then and you have my thanks on that."

"Very well, we wish to have a partnership with you, the peaky blinders, for whatever endeavors you might go with, and in return, we assist you in whatever troubles you. You still pay but you have priority, meaning if you want us to kill someone for you, we do it first, the rest are for later. We can also gather info for you, I personally prefer that since I lack people as of now, wouldn't want me to be that exhausted, would you?"

Thomas silently pondered for a moment, on one hand he might regret this since they are still new and might not be reliable but the proof evidently banishes that thought, on the other hand, if they do manage to grow, they will benefit from it, and he will gain a trump card for the upcoming events.

After a minute of pondering, Thomas just stood up, fetched the bottle of scotch for Eric and whiskey for him, and poured Eric a glass before saying,

"Well then, cheers to this cooperation."

Both clinked their glass together and drunk everything in one go.